The Christmas Brat: Spanked by Santa

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Zahra was enjoying Her night until She a few things happened suddenly first was the random gift that said open now.

But from the moment he'd walked in the door, TK had been in a mood, snapping over every little thing, making snide remarks about Carlos’ work wife needing him more than TK did. There was a brief silence followed by a chuckle from Quinn, and what sounded like muted amusement from the others in the room as well. There ya go,” Quinn soothed, the hand on Carlos’ waist smoothing gently along his skin even as the hairbrush moved back to his ass.But somehow he found himself saying, “Because TK felt the need to tattle on me for missing a date, which is not actually a spankable offense? And he didn’t begrudge Quinn’s place in TK’s life, or in his own, but that didn’t make it any easier for him to stand in the corner and just listen as his boyfriend whined and whimpered. I still remember the shock I got when I pulled down my trousers and pants and pointed my bum at the bathroom mirror.

At last Uncle John had finished his non-lecturer, the air was heavy with silence before I realized I was supposed to speak. He could feel the swats gradually slowing down until they stopped altogether and Quinn was just rubbing his butt, but he couldn’t get control of his breathing or his tears. Judging by the muscles in his arms he must have exercised regularly although gyms weren’t quite so popular then as they are today.Did I rest my hands on Uncle’s legs and gently ease myself over, or was I supposed to dive across his lap as if I were at the swimming pool? I was wearing cotton slacks (denim jeans hadn’t caught on yet) and I was growing out of them so had no belt. He was wearing cavalry twill trousers and a heavy cotton checked shirt which would probably been more fitting on a labouring man. Uncle grunted once more with exasperation: I suspect he thought I was being insolent or some such by not speaking up.